Coming over to fix the body of my dress to cover the tempting breasts but not before rubbing the nipples one last time between his fingers. He snaps his finger.
All this talk about the supposed wedding we are having is making me jittery. Everything is happening just too quickly.
We still have known each other less than a month and marriages between people who've known each other longer have failed. Why should I believe 4` We haven't had much of a strong foundation on which to base the marriage off.
"James, you're taking this marriage thing too far," I tell him. "It's way too soon for us to get married."
"Not soon enough," he disagrees, "If I could get it done today, I would but I don't want to give you a crappy wedding at city hall. I want you to have the wedding you've always dreamed of."
"What wedding?" I ask. "I don't remember dreaming about any weddings."
